Long days give way to longer nights.
Yet I can never find enough time in a day.
Like I'm scouring the edges of the Earth in a dastardly attempt to uncover a way to make this life longer, or at least the line of this stanza.

Either way,
I'm worn out.
Worn thin.

Looking for a way out.
(Way in?)

Another Summer in the grave.
Fun while it lasted.

But.
Im gonna' stay eighteen forever.
So we can stay like this forever.